Before Cao Bamei could answer, Yang Yongjin said first, "Bamei went back to the house and looked around for it. When I asked her what she was looking for,"

"At first she was hesitant and didn't dare to say anything, so I got anxious. After questioning, I found out that my second daughter was missing. But I was so anxious, why don't you come out and look for her?" Yang Yongjin said.

Seeing the fearful expressions on the young couple's faces, Yang Ruoqing was also filled with emotion.

When it comes to children, there is no small matter.

Any negligence will not hurt you.

Back then, if there had been more than just Xiaohua left by Chen'er's side, Qian wouldn't have had the chance to make a move.

Thinking back to the beginning and thinking of Chen'er, Yang Ruoqing wished she could spend all her wealth just to find a regret medicine.

Sometimes she even wonders, if she dies again, will her soul travel again?

If she were to go back to the day when Chen'er had an accident, she would definitely stay by the cradle without going anywhere.

Then, Qian came and slapped her away!

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world, and the probability of soul piercing is extremely small. She is not afraid of death, but she does not dare to gamble.

Because she is no longer alone, she has a father, mother, brother, a man she loves most, and a daughter.

There are too many ties, too many...

"Qing'er, where did you find my second daughter just now?" Cao Bamei saw the sad look on Yang Ruoqing's face and guessed that it probably aroused her sadness.

So, Cao Bamei quickly brought the topic back and asked.

"I just came to the backyard and I saw her feeding the pigs with mooncakes." Yang Ruoqing also came to her senses, raised her hand and stroked her niece's head, and said.

"Feeding you moon cakes?" Cao Bamei opened her eyes wide in surprise, a little unbelievable.

Yang Yongjin was grinning, while Lao Suntou and Da Sunshi beside him also looked doting and helpless.

Cao Bamei patted the little girl's hand gently, "You little idiot, how can you feed pigs and eat moon cakes?"

"When you feed pigs, you have to use pig grass or inedible vegetables and fruits. Where can you use such high-end snacks as mooncakes?"

The little girl was still pouting in Cao Bamei's arms and gesticulating with her greasy hands.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Her little hands are a little dirty, Bamei, please take her to wash them quickly."

Cao Bamei nodded, hugged her little girl and left first. Yang Yongjin quickly followed the mother and daughter.

Yang Ruoqing was about to leave when she suddenly heard a sigh from the old grandson over there.

Turning around, he saw that Lao Suntou had already entered the pig pen, squatting in the corner and looking at a pig lying on the hay, shaking his head and sighing.

"Hey, this pig lady is so skinny, she probably won't live long, what a pity!" he said.

Mrs. Sun also looked over there through the wooden fence. The previous smile on her face disappeared and was replaced by sadness.

"Hey, this pig lady gave birth to several batches of piglets for our family and made a lot of money."

"In the past, this pig lady was in good health and almost never got sick. I don't know what happened this time, eh!" Da Sun said.

The uncle also said: "If I don't eat well, I'm afraid I will really die."

Yang Ruoqing was a little surprised when she heard what everyone said.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with that pig girl?" she asked.

A pig mother is an old sow, not the kind that is raised and then sold to butchers, but the kind that is raised specifically to give birth to piglets professionally.

Generally these old sows are quite old.

"Are you too old?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Da Sun said: "It's been more than three years."

She pushed open the wooden fence and entered the pigsty, and her uncle followed her.

Out of curiosity, Yang Ruoqing also followed in.

Da Sun and his family are very diligent and clean the pig pens every day. The pig pens of other families in the village are not as clean as the pig pens of Da Sun's family.

Because they run a pig farm, the environment is very important to prevent the pigs from getting sick frequently in a dirty and messy environment. In that case, the losses will be huge.

But even so, a pigsty is a pigsty after all. When you walk in, you will still be greeted by the familiar smell of pig manure and pig urine. This is unavoidable.

In a pile of hay in the corner, the pig girl was lying there, with her long pointed mouth and a pair of big ears hanging down like the leaves of the yellowing sycamore tree.

Old Suntou squatted in front of the pig girl, raised his hand and stroked its head.

The pig girl made a few feeble humming and chirping sounds.

"It's so pitiful, all the hair on this back is falling out." Da Sun sighed.

Lao Suntou said: "It seems that he is really in trouble. I have given him all the medicine that should be given, but it is of no use."

The old man stood up and said to Da Sun: "We'll see tonight. If you still don't want to eat, tomorrow we'll go to Zhengjia Village to find Butcher Zheng and ask him to take him away. You can pay as much as you can."

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Mrs. Sun nodded, "Well, let's wait and see tonight. I've been raising him for three years, so I can't bear to part with him!"

"Dad, how about we bury it when it really dies?" Da Sun begged.

Lao Suntou made a face and said: "What are you talking about? Why are you acting like the eighth sister's little girl!"

"No matter how reluctant you are to part with it, it's still a pig, and you can sell it for a few bucks to get back the original cost. That's it. Stop saying stupid things!"

After Old Suntou finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the pigsty with his hands behind his back.

When the uncle passed by the elder Sun, he whispered: "I know that you have been feeding this pig lady for more than three years and she has feelings for her, but what dad said makes sense. Pigs are pigs after all."

"Pork, fish, and chicken are all destined to be eaten by others. Just stop saying anything and listen to our father."

After giving the instructions, the uncle hurriedly chased Old Sun out of the pigsty.

In the pig pen, Mrs. Sun stamped her feet. In Yang Ruoqing's eyes, her appearance and behavior made her eldest aunt as cute as a child.

"Auntie, I understand how you feel, but what Ga Gong and the others said makes sense." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Households who raise pigs, chickens, and ducks all hope to supplement their household income. Unlike cats and dogs, these things are used to make money."

"Like my mother and others, feelings are feelings, but they have to be dealt with when it's time to deal with them." Yang Ruoqing said.

Da Sun nodded, "Okay, I understand."

When the two of them turned around, Yang Ruoqing glanced at the pig girl lying down, who was obviously more lifeless than angry, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"Auntie, wait a moment." She said suddenly.

"What's wrong, Qing'er?" Da Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the bare patch on the sow's back and asked, "The pig's back was so bare. Was it like this before? Is it just recently?"

Mrs. Sun thought for a moment and said: "It wasn't like this before. About half a year ago, its appetite gradually became worse."

"Then the hair fell out badly. I think it's late autumn, the leaves have fallen, and we all lost a lot of hair when we combed our hair. I guess it's not unusual for it to lose hair!"

"No no no..."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head directly and interrupted Da Sun's words.

"There's something strange about the hair loss on this pig girl's back," she said.

"What's weird?" Mrs. Sun also asked.
Chapter completed!